Claimed By My Stepdad

Chapter 6

Sophia Pov

The world had narrowed to nothing but sensation and the commanding presence of the man above me—my stepfather, Damien Blackwood. Time had lost all meaning in his massive bed. The black sheets were tangled around my limbs, damp with sweat and the evidence of my repeated surrender. My body no longer felt like my own. It belonged to him.

He pushed my thighs wider apart with strong hands, exposing me completely. I was soaked, dripping, my p***y swollen and hypersensitive from everything he had already done to me. When his head lowered between my legs, I trembled in anticipation.

His tongue was big and thick—devastating in its power. He licked me with long, hungry strokes from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing c**t, savoring every drop of my arousal like a man starved. There was no teasing, no mercy. He devoured me. His broad tongue pressed flat and firm, licking me so hard and deep that my hips bucked violently off the bed. He held me down effortlessly, his mouth sealing over my p***y as he sucked and licked with relentless intensity.

I came almost immediately, a sharp cry tearing from my throat as pleasure crashed through me. But he didn’t stop. His thick tongue plunged inside me, f*****g me in rhythmic strokes while his nose rubbed against my c**t. Another orgasm ripped through me, then another. I lost count—wave after wave of release that left me shaking, sobbing, my thighs quivering uncontrollably around his head. I didn’t even remember how many times I released. Each climax blurred into the next until I was a vibrating, oversensitive mess, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaking my cheeks.

“Damien…” I gasped, my voice hoarse.

He finally lifted his head, his lips and chin glistening with my juices. His storm-gray eyes burned with dark hunger as he moved up my body. His c**k was massive—thick, heavy, and rock hard, curving proudly against his stomach. The sight of it made my mouth water despite my exhaustion.

I reached for him, desperate to give him even a fraction of the pleasure he had given me. He let me push him onto his back, and I crawled between his powerful thighs. My hands wrapped around his thick shaft—barely able to encircle it fully. I leaned down and took him into my mouth.

He groaned deeply as I sucked him, my lips stretching wide around his girth. I bobbed my head, taking as much of his big c**k as I could, my tongue swirling around the swollen head. The taste of him—musky, masculine, addictive—made me moan around his length. I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks, one hand stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth while the other gently massaged his heavy balls.

Damien’s hand fisted in my hair, guiding but not forcing, his hips rocking subtly as I worshipped him. “Good girl,” he rasped, voice rough with pleasure. “Just like that.”

I poured everything into it—every ounce of gratitude and forbidden desire. The way he filled my mouth, the way his thick c**k throbbed against my tongue, made fresh arousal pool between my thighs. I prayed silently, desperately, that I would always have this kind of experience again. That he would keep claiming me, ruining me, making me come undone like no one ever had.

That this taboo fire between us would never burn out.

When he finally pulled me off his c**k with a deep groan and flipped me onto my back again, I knew the night was far from over. And I welcomed every second of it.